Luyện nghe bài hát Represent

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

Straight up shit is and any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, blast, niggas tumble
The corners is the hot spot, of mad criminals
Who don't care, beers, we all stare
At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They break North
we get the four pounders, and take their face off
The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, us and knock us
And killer coppers, come through in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, a L and hold a Glock for
The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and runners
Thinking it can't happen til I, trap em and em
And em done, won't even run about Gods
I don't believe in none of that shit, facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the corner
a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of
drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller
Who's always on the corner, rolling up
When I dress, it's never nothing than Guess
be walking with a bop and my hat turned back
Love sins and my friends sell crack
This raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never liked the from day one
Cause life ain't but stress fake niggas and crab stunts
So I guzzle my while pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, de-sizer, accelerator
The type of nigga who be pissing in your
the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames
Now I'm fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fly new and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, is what it's about
Before the BDP conflict MC Shan
the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane
I used to wake up every morning, see my on the block
Every day's a different plan had us running from cops
If it wasn't hanging out in front of spots
We was at the candy factory, the locks
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the man
Fuck a yard God, let me see a hundred
Could use a gun Son, but fuck the wanted man
But if I hit rock bottom then be the Son of Sam
Then call the to get live too
With Swoop, Hakim, my Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow
Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the
My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll stop it
It's your on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs
'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One

ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!